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Chapter 968
The air trembled with the tension of an invasion, a palpable force that made breathing seem like a luxury.
Thalassa trembled with excess fear, her limbs still weak from the ordeal, as she glanced towards the doorway.
There, striding in with a commanding presence that seemed to dominate the very room, was a tall figure flanked by
an entourage. His regal bearing was unmatched-án aura that spoke of a ruler among men.
It was Lysander!
Thalassa’s heart fluttered with a mixture of dread and an inexplicable sensation.
“Lysander…”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer voice was hoarse, the words barely escaping her lips. She wanted to tell him about the harrowing events she
had just endured, but a wave of overwhelming emotion surged within her, bringing tears to her eyes.
She hadn’t felt the urge to cry when faced with the cruelty and danger earlier, but now, in the presence of him,
vulnerability surfaced, and all the fear and grievances came flooding out.
Struggling to maintain her balance, Thalassa attempted to move towards Lysander.
But his countenance was cold as ice, his aura chilling as if it emanated from the depths of hell itself.
With long strides, he reached out and grasped Thalassa’s arm, yanking her away from Callum’s grasp.
Thalassa stumbled, her knees nearly giving out beneath her, and she almost fell.
Lysander’s arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her forcefully against his sturdy torso. His powerful arm held her
close, pressing her seamlessly into the fit against his body.
Through the fabric, Thalassa could feel the solidness of his abdomen, radiating a heat that seemed to scorch her.
Her breath hitched, her cheeks flushing with warmth.
Before her heart could steady itself, Lysander’s index finger tilted her chin upward, compelling her to meet his icy
gaze.
“Did they take you against your will, or did you go willingly?” Lysander’s voice was a low rumble, laced with an
anger on the brink of eruption.
He had searched for her frantically, worried for her safety.
And yet, here she was, in a hotel room with Callum, wrapped up in an embrace!
Hearing his words, Thalassa felt the sting of his cold tone, a tightness seizing her chest.
Her eyes, already reddened, now prickled with pain.
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She looked up at him, bewildered, “Lysander, what do you mean?”
A sneer crept across Lysander’s lips. “That look in your eyes… Are you upset that I interrupted your little
rendezvous?”
Thalassa’s heart sank. After surviving such an ordeal, she had felt a sense of relief upon seeing Lysander, an urge
to lean on him for support.
But his words were a betrayal.
Tears streamed down her face, not from sorrow or pain, but from a heart that ached with disappointment and
distress.
She had been through a harrowing kidnapping, faced with the prospect of ruin, yet not a single tear had fallen. But
now, a single sentence from Lysander was all it took to pierce her heart, crumbling the walls she had built around it.
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